Damn, well I used to keep a dream log. Usually what would happen is I would have 3-4 distinct dreams each night. Of the ones I remember:
*I dreamt the Indian military invaded the US. For some reason I was lying prone on the roof of a black car. It had just been unloaded off of a ship at some sort of dock. Then four guys in uniform stepped out, toting assault rifles. Then my dream switched to an overhead narrated perspective, where the narrator explained how the Indian military invaded the US by hiding inside imported cars. Sadly, my dream ended before I got to see what happened next.
*When I was younger, I dreamt I was being chased by a velociraptor. Well I was running in terror from the thing, fleeing inside my house and hiding behind the couch in my living room. As it was coming after me, my mom stepped in the room (out of my sight) and began yelling at it, telling it off and saying that if it wanted to eat someone it should adopt a baby and eat it "like fried chicken." I guess I was born with a twisted mind.
The first few dreams I can recall ever having were a series of nightmares where trap doors would spontaneously open beneath or near me. I'd be on the floor or walking around doing routine everyday things, and suddenly a door would pop up beneath me and I'd fall in, waking up a few seconds later. Sometimes I would be able to hang on to something in the dream world, sometimes the trap doors would miss. For a while I was afraid to dream. Lately, I can only remember these recurring quasi-nightmares about losing my teeth, but otherwise look forward to the randomness my subconscious puts forth.
*I dreamt the Indian military invaded the US. For some reason I was lying prone on the roof of a black car. It had just been unloaded off of a ship at some sort of dock. Then four guys in uniform stepped out, toting assault rifles. Then my dream switched to an overhead narrated perspective, where the narrator explained how the Indian military invaded the US by hiding inside imported cars. Sadly, my dream ended before I got to see what happened next.
*When I was younger, I dreamt I was being chased by a velociraptor. Well I was running in terror from the thing, fleeing inside my house and hiding behind the couch in my living room. As it was coming after me, my mom stepped in the room (out of my sight) and began yelling at it, telling it off and saying that if it wanted to eat someone it should adopt a baby and eat it "like fried chicken." I guess I was born with a twisted mind.
The first few dreams I can recall ever having were a series of nightmares where trap doors would spontaneously open beneath or near me. I'd be on the floor or walking around doing routine everyday things, and suddenly a door would pop up beneath me and I'd fall in, waking up a few seconds later. Sometimes I would be able to hang on to something in the dream world, sometimes the trap doors would miss. For a while I was afraid to dream. Lately, I can only remember these recurring quasi-nightmares about losing my teeth, but otherwise look forward to the randomness my subconscious puts forth.
